After a moment, she drew back, smiling. “See? Lovable. Anyway, there’s a couple hours before Winter will be here to pick us up. What could we possibly do with them?” She bounced a little on his lap, just to lead him to the right idea.
A protest rose on his lips, before her words and the not-so-subtle innuendo registered, and he gently lifted his hips up to push against her. Tugging her down for another kiss, his lips parted into a bright smile and he laughed faintly. “Oh, you really do have the best ideas, Summer.”
“Oh,” she said with exaggerated surprise, “I thought I was asking you for ideas.” She giggled under his kiss, winding both arms around his neck. “What is this best idea I’ve had just now?”
“Th-think you might be a better judge of th—ahhh … ” Something /changed/. Once again, words didn’t go around it well, but Isaac’s touch stopped feeling vaguely like an intrusion where it shouldn’t be and much more desirable. Maybe it was relaxation. Summer had no idea. He turned his face back into the pillow, starting to rock, back and forth. “D’n’t st’p.”
“I’ve only ever had this done once to me, and it was perfect, so I want to do the same for you,” he murmured, eyes crinkling with delight as Summer’s comments were interrupted by his moans, and he continued thrusting that single finger in and out of his body. Nodding then and encouraged by his boyfriend’s moans, he slowly began to insert a second finger, gently scissoring inside of him.
The redhead choked on a laugh, rocking harder. He had to turn his face away from the pillow again, just to breathe, and glanced over his shoulder at Isaac’s face. “F-feels /so/ good,” he managed.
She traced her fingertips over the back of his hand, looking down at it. “Don’t — push yourself too hard, okay? Just be you. Really. I promise, you’re lovable.” Just to reinforce that, she climbed up into his lap, set her hands either side of his face, and kissed him seriously.
His fingers twitched and squeezed hers, nodding as he flashed her an apologetic smile. “I just want to make you happy, Summer,” he stated, before he was interrupted by her clambering up onto his lap, and his hands flew to her hips just as he was kissed soundly on the mouth.
After a moment, she drew back, smiling. “See? Lovable. Anyway, there’s a couple hours before Winter will be here to pick us up. What could we possibly do with them?” She bounced a little on his lap, just to lead him to the right idea.
Summer huffed. “I don’t know why you say that, since you hardly /know/ any parents. Yours are dead, you live with Derek, for fuck’s sake, he’s hardly a parent. More like some kind of … older cousin. The point being, you’re kicking yourself for something that hasn’t even happened, and I can’t even express how much I hate that you do that.”
“Like a big brother, but not quite on Camden’s league,” he murmured lowly, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he reached out to squeeze her hand. “I’m sorry, Summer — I’m a nightmare sometimes, huh? I’ll make you proud and wow your parents, all while having a good time, okay?”
She traced her fingertips over the back of his hand, looking down at it. “Don’t — push yourself too hard, okay? Just be you. Really. I promise, you’re lovable.” Just to reinforce that, she climbed up into his lap, set her hands either side of his face, and kissed him seriously.
It felt incredibly strange. Not at all like being penetrated as a girl — but not at all bad, either. Words didn’t go around it. He squirmed again, pressing back, deeply curious to explore the sensation. “More.”
Wondering just what thoughts were churning in Summer’s mind, Isaac nodded and slid the finger right inside his body, ever so slowly thrusting the digit in and out as he watched the male before him, captivated. “Just let me know when I can add another, okay?”
“Th-think you might be a better judge of th—ahhh … ” Something /changed/. Once again, words didn’t go around it well, but Isaac’s touch stopped feeling vaguely like an intrusion where it shouldn’t be and much more desirable. Maybe it was relaxation. Summer had no idea. He turned his face back into the pillow, starting to rock, back and forth. “D’n’t st’p.”
“Hnnn,” Summer said incoherently. Sensation shot up his spine, first from the bite and then the finger, and he writhed, mostly involuntarily, jamming his hips against the sheets. “D’n’ stop.”
Continuing to press open-mouthed kisses on his skin where his teeth had just been, he ever so slowly pushed that single finger inside, pointedly ignoring his own growing arousal for now. “You have no idea how beautiful you look…”
It felt incredibly strange. Not at all like being penetrated as a girl — but not at all bad, either. Words didn’t go around it. He squirmed again, pressing back, deeply curious to explore the sensation. “More.”
“Maybe if you ravish me with your kisses at the dinner table,” she pointed out. “That’s a bit … but not if you just kiss me. Why would they get mad? God, Isaac, it’s like you look for ways that people would be angry at you!”
“I wouldn’t embarrass you like that,” he pointed out before stilling and lowering his head in shame. “That’s not…that’s what I’m used to, okay? I’m working on it but I just…I’m not good with parents, okay? But I’ll try, for you.”
Summer huffed. “I don’t know why you say that, since you hardly /know/ any parents. Yours are dead, you live with Derek, for fuck’s sake, he’s hardly a parent. More like some kind of … older cousin. The point being, you’re kicking yourself for something that hasn’t even happened, and I can’t even express how much I hate that you do that.”
Rolling her eyes, she said, “If they were gonna dislike you it would’ve happened already, yeah? It’s not like I don’t talk about you. Besides, what would they dislike? You’re cute, clean, polite, intelligent … “
He blushed, looking a little too pleased at the praise as he smiled over at her. “What if I decide to kiss you at the dinner table? Would they get mad?”
“Maybe if you ravish me with your kisses at the dinner table,” she pointed out. “That’s a bit … but not if you just kiss me. Why would they get mad? God, Isaac, it’s like you look for ways that people would be angry at you!”
Summer stopped in the middle of scratching her nose and eyed him equally dubiously. “Why would it scare me? Are you gonna wolf out and bite them? Cause I don’t think that would go over too well … “
“I just…I’m comfortable with you but what if I screw up? I don’t want them not to like me, Summer…” he murmured awkwardly and pursed his lips, looking a little helpless.
Rolling her eyes, she said, “If they were gonna dislike you it would’ve happened already, yeah? It’s not like I don’t talk about you. Besides, what would they dislike? You’re cute, clean, polite, intelligent … “
She raised her eyebrows at him bemusedly, laughing a little at his terror. “And my dad, and my twin … you’ll be fine! Just be yourself.”
He was terrible with other people’s parents due to his own lack of experience, so he simply bit his lip and eyed her dubiously. “And that doesn’t scare you?”
Summer stopped in the middle of scratching her nose and eyed him equally dubiously. “Why would it scare me? Are you gonna wolf out and bite them? Cause I don’t think that would go over too well … “